Gayer than 8 guys blowing 9 guys
wow, that really makes you stop and think.
dude i woke up laying next to some guy. i dont have my bra or his name. he has a nice tv though.
I hate myself for knowing the words to party in the USA.
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
Tonight's trip to the ER was brought to you by, "fork jousting."
Im embracing the luau theme and maybe bringing a kiddie pool filled with alcohol. Im also embracing the high probability I will not remember this night.
Fuck you, jack daniels. I feel like satan laid an egg in my brain.
Also when they left they could only find one sock between the two of them. Apparently we're like crazy sock ripping vixens when we bring guys home drunk
I can't tell if I'm hungover or if my cat just knocked the lamp on my face
We have a pile of chopped wood here that suggests we may have chopped down a tree of some sort.
Maybe we should invest in one and when one of us wishes to be a hot mess in a wheel chair the other one will push the mess around to wherever it wants to go.
Speaking of fellatio on fictional characters, the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man would be a delicious blowjob.
In the pie chart of my life, she is a huge part of why I drink.
How dare you question the sanctity of Chocolate-and-Porn day
what a fun peer-pressure-filled weekend
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